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Meadow Nap
xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 & 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
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The afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the grassy meadow, where every blade of grass seemed to bask in its gentle light. A delicate breeze whispered through the leaves of the nearby trees, creating a soothing symphony of rustling foliage. Y/n sat comfortably on the soft, verdant carpet, her fingers weaving through the cool, green strands in a slow, meditative dance. Above them, the sky stretched out in a flawless expanse of cerulean blue, punctuated by the leisurely drift of cottony white clouds.
Xavier lay with his head nestled in her lap; his eyes shut in serene repose. The soft curls of his tousled hair brushed against her fingers, prompting a tender smile as she observed his peaceful slumber. Time seemed to stretch and blend in the tranquil embrace of the meadow, the serenity enveloping them like a cozy blanket, insulating them from the worries of the outside world.
“You really like sleeping, don’t you?” Y/n said, her voice tinged with amusement as she gently began to untangle the strands of his grey-blond hair. Her fingers moved with a tender rhythm; each stroke filled with a quiet affection. “Did you not get enough sleep last night?”
“I wasn’t able to,” he replied softly, his eyes still closed. “I was up all night thinking about your mission for today.” His words hung in the air, a mix of concern and contemplation, his brow furrowing slightly even in his relaxed state.
“I came back, didn’t I?” Y/n’s expression softened at his response, her eyes reflecting a mix of affection and amusement. “Besides, I’m surprised you couldn’t sleep. You can usually sleep anywhere, anytime, under the most unconventional circumstances.” She mused, recalling with a smile how Xavier could even manage to doze off while standing, his body finding rest in the most unexpected moments.
“Mm.” He murmured, his eyes still closed, “thinking of you keeps me awake.” He paused, his lips curling into a faint smile. “But dreaming of you keeps me asleep.”
Xavier let out a contented sigh, his hand reaching up to gently grasp hers. Slowly, he opened his eyes, his blue gaze soft and serene as he looked at her hand. He brought it to his chest, where the steady rhythm of his heartbeat pulsed beneath her touch, a silent testament to the calm she brought him. With a tender movement, he lifted her hand to his lips, placing a delicate kiss on the back of her palm as his eyes fluttered shut again. The gesture was intimate, filled with unspoken love and deep gratitude. After a moment, he spoke again, his voice a soft murmur that blended perfectly with the surrounding sounds of nature.
His words carried a depth of emotion that resonated through the tranquil meadow, a heartfelt confession that bound them closer in their serene sanctuary. “And being with you keeps me alive.”
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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝ℎ𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑀𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑑~
Hello! I was wondering if you could do a scene with Xavier when MC gets out of the bath, smelling like him cause she used his shampoo?
also if its possible to have MC wear an t-shirt of Xavier's
Embrace and Care
xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵-𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 & 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
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The bathroom door swung open, releasing a billow of steam into the hallway as Y/n stepped out, a towel haphazardly draped over her damp hair. "You didn’t need to lend me your shirt, Xav. I could’ve just gone downstairs and grabbed one of mine," she said, tugging at the oversized shirt that hung loosely on her frame.
Xavier, seated comfortably in the bean bag, barely glanced her way, his focus riveted on the intense action unfolding on the TV screen. His fingers danced deftly over the controller. "You’re already here, I didn’t mind..." he replied, his voice casual but warm, the rhythmic clicking of the buttons punctuating his words.
Turning toward her, Xavier's expression betrayed a flicker of astonishment, quickly subdued by his practiced composure, the shirt traced the contours of her figure beneath the fabric, though his gaze remained firmly fixed on her. "I’m glad that I did," he murmured softly, the words carrying a gentle warmth as he acknowledged the unexpected delight of seeing her adorned in his attire.
“Huh?”
"Come here," Xavier said, placing the controller down and tapping the spot in front of him. Y/n followed his gesture and sat down with her back to him. Xavier gently removed the towel from her hair and began to dry it with tender, careful movements.
"I can do that myself—," Y/n protested, turning to face him. She reached for the towel, but Xavier quickly lifted it out of her reach, a playful glint in his eyes. Y/n pouted, her lips forming a small, endearing frown as she looked up at him in mock frustration.
"I insist," Xavier reiterated, playfully keeping the towel just out of Y/n's reach, her futile attempts met with nothing but air. With a soft sigh of defeat, Y/n relented, withdrawing her arms and turning her back to him once more. Xavier couldn't help but faintly smile at her response as he resumed drying her hair, his touch gentle and soothing.
As he worked, a familiar scent reached his nose, the same minty fragrance of shampoo that he used himself. Yet, somehow, it seemed even more alluring on her. Intrigued, he leaned in closer, his lips barely grazing the back of her head as he savored the delightful aroma enveloping her.
He then gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer against his chest, savoring the pleasant sensation of her scent filling his nostrils. Y/n flinched slightly at the unexpected intimacy, becoming acutely aware that her damp hair was soaking his shirt, creating small, dark spots.
"H-Hey! You're getting wet from my hair," she exclaimed, a hint of concern in her voice as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp. "Pull away, Xav."
Xavier closed his eyes, fully immersing himself in the moment, savoring both the delightful fragrance enveloping him and the comforting sensation of having Y/n in his arms. In a soft, low voice, he murmured, "No," his hold around her subtly tightening.
Y/n persisted with a few more attempts to extricate herself, but she halted when she turned slightly and caught sight of Xavier beginning to drift off to sleep, his expression soft and serene. A fond smile tugged at her lips as she observed him.
This man truly had the uncanny ability to doze off just about anywhere and everywhere...
Y/n decided to let this slide, releasing a gentle sigh as she resigned herself to the moment. If Xavier ended up getting sick from this, she would just take care of him.
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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑀𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛! 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑐, 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛~ 𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝐼 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 600 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠, 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ. 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦, 𝑎 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜 𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡.
𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑑𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡!
So I saw your request being open, I'm going through a bit of rough patch in life. My applications keep on getting denied and its affecting me. Can you do a fic where Xavier comforts reader?
It can be a long fic or a short one, thx
"More than enough"
xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘟𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯.
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵
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She stared at the ground, her gaze lowered and unfocused, her mind adrift in a distant, unreachable place. The world around her blurred as if she were submerged underwater, the sounds muted and the colors dull. She was so deeply absorbed in her reverie that Xavier had to pinch her cheek gently, jolting her back to reality. She blinked rapidly, her eyes finally meeting him, the fog in her mind dissipating.
“Are you feeling unwell?” Xavier asked, his voice steady but laced with a subtle note of concern. His eyebrows knitted together slightly, and he tilted his head to the side, studying her with an intensity that belied his usual composed demeanor.
"Do you want to go home for now?" He added, inquiring softly, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow.
Y/n gently shook her head, her expression a mix of apology and determination. "No, no," she murmured, her voice tinged with a hint of reluctance. "I'm alright. I promised to go out with you." She offered him a small, reassuring smile, though beneath it, a flicker of uncertainty lingered in her eyes.
“What’s on your mind?” His voice probing yet kind.
“...I’m just feeling deflated,” Y/n admitted, her words trailing off into a heavy silence.
“With what?” he pressed, his concern deepening.
“Just life,” she sighed softly, opening her palm and gazing at it as if searching for answers in the lines and creases. “It feels like I can’t attain anything.” she confessed, her voice tinged with a quiet despair.
"You've got me," Xavier said softly, his words pulling Y/n from her thoughts. She looked up at him in surprise, blinking before her brows curved slightly. A faint smile tugged at her lips, appreciating his attempt to comfort her.
"I know that, but—" She cut herself off, clenching her palm into a tight fist as she stared at it. "I just feel like a failure..."
Xavier took a step closer, then another, until his shoes were just in front of hers. Gently, he reached out and opened her clenched fist, his fingers carefully untangling her grip. "You aren’t at all," he whispered, his eyes locking onto hers with sincerity.
"Out of all the things my hands have held, the best by far is you," he added, lifting her hand slightly and intertwining their fingers together, fitting like puzzle pieces perfectly.
He then leaned in, resting his forehead gently against hers. “So, please don’t think of yourself as a failure. You can always try again.” He whispered, his breath warm and comforting against her skin.
Xavier gently cupped both of her cheeks, his touch conveying a mixture of tenderness and reassurance, before placing a soft kiss onto her forehead. “You’re everything but less.”
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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦! 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡.
"𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮." —𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐌𝐜𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, "𝐂𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞"
Destiny's Quill
xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆: 𝘈𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘟𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦.
ᯓ❅ ┆𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆: 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 & 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵
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Spotting him in the Destiny Cafe, Y/n tilted her head and squinted, trying to discern if it was indeed Xavier sitting in the corner, engrossed in a book. She approached him quietly, careful not to startle him.
"I’ve been seeing you around here a lot lately, reading," Y/n remarked with a soft chuckle, finding it unusual. "This doesn’t seem like you at all."
Xavier looked up, his face maintaining that familiar, innocent, and relaxed expression. "Reading is also a great way to ease into sleep," he replied calmly.
Y/n felt momentarily taken aback, hoping his explanation would be different for once. "Of course, it is..." she trailed off, her voice tinged with a hint of amused resignation.
Xavier blinked at her, momentarily puzzled by her reaction, before his gaze returned to the book in his hands. His eyes moved from right to left as he read, lost in the words on the page. Curiously, Y/n leaned in slightly, attempting to catch a glimpse of the book's title.
"So many authors draw inspiration from their own lives," she mused aloud. "I wonder if I should write my own story."
"You could," Xavier replied, his gaze fixated at the text, his voice soft but affirmative.
Y/n pondered his response for a moment before asking, "Would you read it?"
He looked at her, his gaze sincere, a reflection of his genuine interest. "I would. It would be my favorite one out of all the ones I've read."
"Really?” Y/n raised an eyebrow, half-teasing. “But once you finish reading my story, you might set it aside and move on."
"Not at all.” Xavier replied, his voice gentle yet earnest as his blue eyes stared steadily onto hers. “I would love to read it again and again, just to relive the moments with you."
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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑆𝑜𝑏𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑁 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒, 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑇 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟.
Is it okay if I request a scene where Y/n teases Xavier? Maybe his ticklish side until he retaliates???
Thank you!
Playful Turnabout
xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘟𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 & 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
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No matter what Y/n was doing, Xavier always wanted to be a part of it. He was usually the clingy one, resting his head over her shoulder as she fiddled with her laptop, his breath warm against her skin as he watched the screen with feigned interest. Even when Y/n was cooking, Xavier would find a way to be close, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, burying his face in her neck, and inhaling her comforting scent with a contented sigh.
This time, Xavier was engrossed in the latest installment of the Cosmic series, a saga that had been captivating readers for decades with its intricate plots and enduring characters. He was sprawled comfortably on the couch, the book resting in his hand, his eyes darting across the pages. When Y/n came to lay down beside him, he seamlessly adjusted his position, casually draping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her just a bit closer. His other hand remained occupied with the book, but the gentle pressure of his arm around her conveyed a sense of warmth and belonging, as if her presence was the missing piece to his perfect moment of relaxation.
Usually, Y/n would be engrossed in her phone or occupied with her own activities while Xavier delved into his reading, but today, a mischievous spark danced in her eyes, igniting a playful impulse within her. With a small grin tugging at her lips, she decided to interrupt Xavier's tranquil reading session.
“Xavi,” she called out, a small grin plastered on her lips as she looked up at him. Xavier immediately turned to look, his expression maintaining its usual detached and aloof demeanor, though his curiosity flickered behind his eyes as he emitted a soft, questioning sound.
A playful poke landed on his cheek, prompting Xavier to blink in mild confusion. "What is it?" he inquired, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity.
“Are you ticklish anywhere?” she asked. Xavier didn’t reply nor react much, but his silence spoke volumes to Y/n. She decided to test her theory by poking his side once, and it elicited a subtle reaction from him, though he quickly attempted to mask it with a composed cough.
"I'm not ticklish," he defended, his tone nonchalant, though the slight reaction he couldn't suppress only spurred Y/n's playful intentions further. She looked at him with an innocent smile, raising both of her hands slightly, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes that caused Xavier to involuntarily flinch, anticipating her next move.
“Really?” she teased, her hands hovering near his sides. Xavier tensed up, his book now forgotten as he tried to maintain his stoic facade.
“Y/n,” he warned, but the playful glint in her eyes made it clear she wasn’t backing down. She wiggled her fingers menacingly, and Xavier couldn’t help but sweat drop nervously.
Y/n's smile remained innocent, belying the mischievous intent glimmering in her eyes as she suddenly dove in, her fingers dancing along Xavier's sides in a relentless tickling attack. Caught off guard, Xavier had to let go of his book, which tumbled onto the couch as he tried to fend off her playful assault. Despite his efforts, he was careful not to hurt her, his defensive movements gentle and restrained.
Suppressing most of his laughter, he could only manage short, quick-lived chuckles that escaped involuntarily. The tips of his ears flushed red, a telltale sign of his discomfort and amusement intertwined. Y/n, delighted by his struggles, continued her tickling onslaught, savoring every moment of his reaction.
After a few minutes of relentless tickling, Y/n finally relented, laughing heartily as she flopped down beside him on the couch. Her laughter filled the room, a melodic contrast to the earlier quiet, while Xavier caught his breath in short gasps.
Finally catching his breath, Xavier nearly tossed his book aside, letting it slide to the floor as he swiftly turned to face Y/n. In a swift, graceful movement, he hovered above her, his intense gaze locking onto hers while his chest rose and fell with each panting breath.
"Had your fun?" he asked, his voice being a mix of low and breathless.
His words hung in the air as he prepared to exact his playful revenge; a small, almost unnoticeable smirk forming on his lips. "My turn."
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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑, 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑜𝑛𝑒.
𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑋𝐷
hiiii :3 i have a request for a short fanfic for our bunny boy xavier hehe <3 let’s say reader gets a tattoo of xavier’s sword (like the design behind his latest promise outfit) all the way down their back ;) i would die to see how he would react to this 😝
this can be fluff or whatever you’re comfy with ! tqsm 💗
Tethered by Ink
xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘟𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬?
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧(?), 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊.
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You stood before the full-length mirror, the silky nightgown clinging to your body in delicate waves, accentuating every curve. Slowly, you turned, glancing over your shoulder to admire the tattoo that now graced the small of your back—an intricate design inspired by Xavier's sword. The fine details mirrored his blade’s sharp yet elegant craftsmanship, making you smile at the thought of him permanently etched into your skin, a part of him that you would carry always.
Your eyes flickered back to the mirror just as the bathroom door opened with a soft creak, steam spilling into the room like a veil of mist. Xavier emerged, fresh from the shower, wrapped in a bathrobe, a towel in hand as he casually dried his damp hair. His movements paused the moment he caught sight of your tattoo.
Right, he hadn’t seen it yet.
He stood still, his eyes widening slightly, taking in the sight. For a fleeting moment, his usual calm demeanor faltered. The expression he wore was one of silent awe, like a rare moment when the world around him slowed, leaving him utterly captivated. You blinked, mirroring his reaction, uncertainty settling in as you wondered if he approved.
“Do you like it?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you turned to face him. Your hand instinctively rested over your chest, fingers clutching the fabric nervously as the silence between you grew heavier.
His answer wasn’t immediate. Instead, time seemed to stretch endlessly as he closed the distance between you. He moved with purpose, gently wrapping one arm around your waist. His broad chest pressed warmly against your back, and his free hand trailed along the curve of your spine, where the inked design was now part of you. His fingers brushed over your skin, featherlight and deliberate, tracing the lines as though memorizing each one.
His lips hovered just above your ear, his breath fanning across your skin, sending a rush of warmth through your body. “I love it,” he murmured, his voice low and full of affection, each word punctuated by the intimate proximity of his mouth to your ear. The gentle, teasing brush of his breath caused your pulse to quicken, a rush of heat spreading through your cheeks as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror, blushing.
He hadn’t moved far, still standing close enough that his scent, fresh from the shower, engulfed you. It was intoxicating, a blend of clean soap and something uniquely him that made your knees feel weaker. You lowered your gaze to the reflection in the mirror, catching a glimpse of your own flushed face, the soft pink hue betraying the rapid beat of your heart, while Xavier’s gaze remained fixed on your back, a mix of admiration and something deeper—possessiveness.
You tried to steady your breathing, but the intensity of the moment only heightened when his hand, resting against your waist, tightened slightly. “Did it hurt?” His voice was barely a murmur, almost a hum, his thumb continuing to lazily draw soft, aimless patterns against your skin.
You blinked, snapping out of the daze. “Huh? Oh—no, not really.” You shook your head lightly, remembering the brief discomfort of the tattoo, which paled in comparison to the battle scars you bore as a hunter. The pain had been fleeting, but his concern warmed you. Despite everything you endured, it was sweet that he still cared about something as minor as this.
Xavier hummed, clearly pleased with your answer, though his gaze never left your tattoo, his fascination evident. The air between you felt charged, as though he were absorbing every detail of the ink that now marked your body in his name. He caught your eye in the mirror, his expression shifting slightly, his brows knitting together as if contemplating something. Without warning, he leaned down, the hand on your waist tightening once more as his lips brushed the top of your spine.
The sensation sent a jolt through you. His kisses were featherlight, yet they lingered, their soft warmth leaving a trail of sensation that made your breath hitch. He was gentle, his thumb continuing its soothing motions, ensuring you were never overwhelmed. But there was no mistaking the possessive pride in the way his lips caressed the design—this mark of him on your body.
Even though the tattoo would often be hidden beneath your clothes, he knew it was there, and that knowledge filled him with satisfaction. This symbol—his sword—was now a part of you. A silent claim. And the thought that others might never see it, but he would, especially in your most intimate moments, sparked something possessive in him. His lips hovered over your skin, and though he never said the words, you could feel it in his touch.
The next time he held you, he knew this new view of your back would be something he’d look forward to, a reminder that you were his—deeply, unmistakably his.
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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒- 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛! 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜.
𝐼 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 (𝑖𝑓 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊) 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠, ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠~
𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄.ᐟ
what happens when you don't use their pet name to call them?
content: zayne/sylus/xavier/rafayel x gn!reader; more dialogue heavy; silly and cute
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ZAYNE ⟡
“Can you help me put this on, Zayne?”
From the reflection in the mirror, you tried not to react at the twist in his brow and the momentary confusion in his eyes. Wordlessly, he moved behind you, fingers taking the necklace out of your hand. With his gaze focused on the task before him, you could see him open his mouth, hesitating to speak.
“Did I do something wrong?” he questioned.
Zayne’s deft hands carefully laid the chain around your neck, centering the pendent between your collarbones.
You plastered on your most innocent expression, despite the twinge of guilt you felt at his question.
“Hm? Why do you ask?”
Swiftly, he clasped the ends of the chain together. His eyes flicked towards yours in the mirror.
“You’re calling me by my first name. I thought pet names were an important step in a relationship for you.”
You nodded. “Yes, Zayne, I do think it’s an important step.”
His eyes narrowed at your continual uncharacteristic responses.
Folding his arms, he mused aloud. “It took you some time to drop the title ‘doctor’ for me and to just use my name. After we became official, you were quick to call me ‘love’.”
You fiddled with your necklace, trying to, impossibly, force away the heat from your face.
“So, either I did something to make you upset, or”—he leaned in close to you, the side of his face almost touching yours—“you’re playing a trick on me.”
You gave a mock frown. He cocked his head to the side, awaiting your response.
“Okay, okay, it was a prank.” Sighing, you surrendered to his deductions. “I wanted to see how you’d react, but you saw right through me,” you mumbled.
His lips quirked. “I’ve known you for long enough to figure these things out.”
Wanting to wipe off the amused look he had on his face, you quickly planted a kiss on his cheek. His face turned into surprise. He chuckled, shaking his head at your triumphant smile.
“Thank you for helping me, my love."
SYLUS ⟡
“Sylus, could you play that new record you bought?”
You called from the sofa. Standing by the record player, he turned to face you. The offence on his face was unmistakable as he placed his hands on his hips.
“Sylus?” he scoffed. “We both know that’s not what you call me.”
Your brows furrowed, feigning confusion. “What are you talking about? Isn’t that your name?”
“Sweetie,” he levelled a look scepticism at you, “that hasn’t been my name for the past month we’ve been together.”
“I still don’t know what you mean, Sylus.”
He paused. Gears turned in his head trying to unpack what was happening, much like he would do when reading the truthfulness of a dealer during a bargain.
“Y/N.”
You’ve never heard your own name being said in such a serious manner. Perhaps you got a taste of your own medicine.
“I’m not particularly fond of lose-lose situations.” The softness in his tone made you feel weak. “You can tell me if I’ve done something to annoy you. I won’t be angry.”
“Not at all!” you quickly blurted out. Unable to hide it any longer, you confessed. “You haven’t done anything to annoy me. I was just trying to pull a small prank.”
All the tension visibly released from his body. A relieved sigh escaped him. “You really do play some dangerous games, kitten.”
Playfulness returned to his voice. “Now then, how will you correct your mistake?”
“Honey,” you drawled out each syllable, making it sound as syrupy as the nickname itself, “could you play that new record you bought now?”
Sylus couldn’t help but laugh at your exaggeration. “Why of course.”
XAVIER ⟡
“Xavier, do you want to try this?”
Subtly glancing at his reaction from the kitchen, you saw his face immediately fall into a pout. The look was fatal, and it took all the willpower you had not to drop the ruse right then and there.
“That’s not my name,” he answered.
“What do you mean?” you chuckled, continuing to put icing on the sugar cookies you baked. “Of course it is!”
“No, it’s not.” He insisted.
Placing his book down, he walked to stand at your side by the counter. You avoided his eye contact, pretending that nothing was amiss.
Resting a hand under his chin, he began to think. “You usually call me bunny, sweetheart, sunshine, or darling.”
Your jaw dropped in amused shock. “You remember all the names I’ve called you?”
His mouth twitches. “There are some more, but… they might be a bit embarrassing to say aloud right now.”
That was enough to make you look at him with wide eyes.
“Xavier!” Your face turned pink as you slapped his shoulder. There was no force behind the hit, but enough to convey your embarrassment.
“You did it again. You used the wrong name.” He stuck his bottom lip out.
You gently poked at his cheek, trying to lift the corner of his lip upwards. “Come on, don’t be sad darling.”
Immediately, he brightened before you.
“It was just a joke I saw couples do online. I wanted to see how you’d react.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “And was my reaction satisfactory?”
“I think it was,” you smiled at him, "but it’s a shame I didn’t film it, it would’ve made for a good Moments post.”
He shook his head. “But, the nicknames we use are only for us.”
The finished cookie in your hand had a bite suddenly taken from it as Xavier leaned down to have a taste.
“I don’t want anyone else to know.”
RAFAYEL ⟡
“Are you ready to go yet, Rafayel?”
He continued to hum to himself, completely ignoring you. You folded your arms as you watched him busy himself with something trivial. He flung open a random cupboard and inspected what appeared to be an assortment of spare art supplies.
“Rafayel,” you called again.
He then turned his attention to the fishbowl in the centre of the room, where a small orange fish darted around.
“Reddie, do you hear something?” he asked, gazing so earnestly into the bowl. This fish paused its movement and stared back at his owner.
“Rafayel~” you sang his name aloud this time, extending the last syllable.
He gasped, apparently receiving some confirmation from Reddie.
“You hear something too? Thank god. I was thinking there must be something wrong with my ears.”
Surveying the room around him, Rafayel intentionally looked past you standing barely a few metres from him, tapping your foot against the wooden floorboards of his studio.
“It sounds like”—he continued—“some kind of voice. Someone familiar to me, but I can’t make out who it is.”
“Rafayel!” you shouted his name between fits of laughter. Only he could respond to your jokes with his own dramatics.
He sucked in a breath in puzzlement. “I wonder who this person is calling out to.”
“Baby,” you finally conceded, “I’m talking to you!”
It seemed like he couldn’t keep up the act either, as he started laughing with you.
“Took you long enough,” he huffed, moving towards you and linking your arm with his. “Otherwise, Reddie and I would have been searching for this phantom voice for the rest of the day.”
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- ʀᴀꜰᴀʏᴇʟ -
zayne and xavier coming soon!
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ʀᴀꜰᴀʏᴇʟ!
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do not steal any of my work even tho they are trash!
date made: 10-11/5/24
i just reached 55lvl with raf WHY IS NO ONE TALKING BAT THIS IM GOING INSANEE EJE GOD I REALLY THOUGHT THEY WERE ABT TO—
pov: you’re dating rafayel 🎀
pov : you’re dating xavier 🌟
didn’t get the 5s xavier card I expected BUT IM NOT COMPLAINING
i want to cry
No cus’ we were talking about Raf affinity 125 yesterday and today Xavier affinity 125 CAME OUT??!!!!
(link => https://x.com/nagisaw_715/status/1790760463351116150?s=46)
I’m suing. Xavier’s VA officially wants to kill me. He is so good. Xavier is perfect.
The way his voice gradually falters. The sound of the sheets moving too???!
His “Come closer…“ ALWAYS GETS TO MEEEEEE
“Once isn’t enough, I want more.“ ???? MY BOÏ
“Let me get closer to you.“
“Turn around” ughhhh
“I had no idea I could get this needy either“ PLEASEPLEASE CONTINUE
“But I’m actually needier than you think.“
THE KISSES.
“I’m just showing you where your focus should be“ mmh please do sir
BUSINESS TRIP - Zayne
I’m so obsessed with this card. I can’t move on.
The tone of his voice, the longing, the tension between them.
I couldn’t help but notice that for Zayne cards, it always seems like the MC and him are dating/ are in a committed relationship. They really do act like a couple, or at least they recognize the fact that they love and want each other—they’re not oblivious and act on it.
While for Xavier it’s not always clear, it’s more like a “yes, we’re neighbors, everybody assumes that we are in relationship (well, yes, we are in fact in love with each other….) but we are not“ or friends who ‘secretly’ likes each other—kind of relationship.
And for Rafayel, for me, it seems like they know something’s up, you know? But they just don’t do anything about it as If they’re waiting for the other to give in (it’s mostly Raf tho…. IYKYK🤭)
But yeah, it was just my thoughts of the night. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK AND OPINIONS, I’LL LOVE TO HEAR IT !!!!!
What I think the love and deepspace boys would look like irl + songs that I think give them (I could only find one guy that I felt looked like raf aarrg)
⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚ ⋆｡°✩. ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. Xavier
⊹ ₊ ݁. ˚❅ .*. •* ❆ . ݁•*· ❅ ⊹ ₊ ݁. Zane
༝ ˚｡⋆ 𓇼 ⋆｡˚༝ ☼.⋆｡𖦹 °˖ ⊹ ₊ ݁. Rafayel
⋆｡‧₊°♱ ‧₊˚. ♱⋆ ⁺˚⋆｡°†₊ ⊹ ₊ ݁. Sylus
⋆˙⟡♡ .✧˖°･:*ੈ♡‧₊˚:･⊹ ₊ ݁. Caleb
SOOOOO HAPPY TO SEE THESE TASTY MEN WITH BETTER PFPS
HOW DO THEY EXPECT ME TO CHOSE BRO IM STUCK BETWEEN ZANE XAV AND SY
Like Xav is so sweet and somber to me, Zane is quiet but passionate, and Sy is frisky nasty but a lover HOW DO U EXPECT ME TO FUCKN AARRGGGGGGGG.
All love to Raf but he’s a sub in my eyes I wanna get dicked down rn maybe later Raf
writing a sylus x rafayel fic
Just thought anyone interested should know hehe
